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Post by lyriscologist on Jul 11, 2010 21:01:52 GMT -5
for all you weed heads, this is da place to rol wun up, sit back, an type sum rhymes about that good sheit.. oo wee!
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Post by KRiSR on Jul 11, 2010 21:12:13 GMT -5
when the cherry burns down into my pipe..
i take the deep breath, exhale, let it take over my mind!!!!
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Post by lyriscologist on Jul 11, 2010 21:28:10 GMT -5
ayo Medicine to J is puttin Cess into my Brain,
theres Plenty on its Way, four Twenty's everyDay//
Surrender to this Date an to Incredible Escapes
wit Named Strains like Grape Ape I'm Mentioning to Blaze//
my Chest'll get Encaved while my Head'll jus be Baked,
DeTh is in a Daze until the Sentences are Laid//
im not Respectable to Hate so im not Lettin in the Fake,
my Friend has got a Bag an in Possession of the Dank//
so That Means, he Has Weed, he's Welcome to my Place,
where we'll Pass Green then Rap Schemes.. Better than the Greats!//
Let it out the Case an put the Metal to my Face,
I Mean a Bowl I Squeeze an Hold to Send me on my Way//
i Prefer da Glass when Burnin Grass an Lettin in da Flame,
so im Certain That my Purple Stash is Better with its Taste!
hahaa
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Post by TURTLE on Jul 11, 2010 22:40:44 GMT -5
Inhale the spliff in me, seconds are like an epiphany/
sip on grape soda an whishey with a bitch named tiffany/
feelin the opposite of finicky, calm ,with fingers sticky//
brain swamped like the amazon, an if its possible I want this when I croak/
cannibis that is, not that schwag crap but the nugs I choke/
in hopes the time is slow cause this here is the feeling I soak//
Chillin the most with lyrics of eminem talkin bout men that elope/
Haha, yeah. . .
so i breathe this THC deeply till my head starts to float/
Like I was decapitated with my head in a hot air baloon, biotch, Im up in smoke//. . . I dont know, Im just messin round an shyt, alite whos pickin up on this, LMAO!!! |
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Post by lyriscologist on Jul 12, 2010 19:14:48 GMT -5
lol haha
ayo..
I plan to meet a stinky girl.. yea,lets call her Mary Jane..
so I crush up nugs n pack blue Berry Flame.. //
her Scents Heaven but shes Very Strange..
..plus shes Red Headded witta Hairy Face..! // lol
yo, I'm Hittin sum Weed n my Body is so Baked..
I'm a Victim of Beef, how I take Shotties to the Face..//
I'm Lit Dude! so battle me n u Will Lose!!
u smoke me?? only trees you hittin are the bottom of my Timb Boots!!//
(Stomp Stomp!!)
I got Sick Drops!! Inspired First from Torchin tha Thai..
I Spit Hot an my Fire Werks like the Fourth of July..!//
of Course I got Dimes, I'll getcha Quarters n Pounds, my Source dont run Out!!
got tree shrubs, I re-up cuz theres always More to Unground..!//
Lord of this Town, wit da Source in Reach I Peddle Amounts in Expendible Bulks..
so hit me up..!
an Score Weed thats More Green than Incredible Hulk..!
GERRRAWWWWW!!!!
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Post by KRiSR on Jul 14, 2010 7:34:40 GMT -5
when i chop up da bud its goes snip snip snip
bubble up the pipe I get a hit hit hit
x2
when i hit my pipe sometimes a tear comes to my kush eyes
I pack the bowl up so big its a crime and nearly starts bush fires/
no shit this how we aussie lads roll
flamin up the cherries bra you gotta pack another bowl
whilst we chewin on our little tasty snacks
and old mates bluing over THC laced BiG MaCs
calm down lads we gotta nother bag
we got pounds we got kilos Roll a blunt
and take a Drag
Im really stoned......lol
....Blueing is slang for Fighting in Australia
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Post by lyriscologist on Jul 15, 2010 22:54:52 GMT -5
werd, long fukin day.. puffin my first wun of the night..
yo I'm Splittin a B.. Fill it wit Weed
Killin the Frees when i Spill um wit Ease..//
i Chill wit da Trees, like a Nature Activist..
Blaze the Hash n Piff that leaves me Dazed n Laughin Bitch..//
Hazed an Cacklin Sick, whenever I stop to Blow Nugs (Go Nuts!)
say u got the good shit but lack the balls to Grow Some//
bump sum Bone Thugs n Cause sum Devestation..
lets Pause it for the Nation of Closet Cultivation!//
we got Spliffs to Light cuz these Kids sum Hypes
ya Rhymes Suck.. ..I smoke Kind Buds why u think I Spit so Nice..!!//
I Lift thru Skies n right Thru the Matrix.. weeds wit purple an Blue Displacement..
the Flows Wise n the Dros Nice... ..I git So High that I Cruise in Spaceships..//
Dude jus Take It just Assume Amazement.. (Whos ta Say Shit??)
you losin if you Choose ta Face This!//
I'm Smothered in the Haze Yo, Blunted off a Strained Dro..
yer Pots Green??... look!!
I Got Weed more Colors than the Rainbow..!//
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Post by KRiSR on Jul 16, 2010 5:19:27 GMT -5
fuck yeah lye... can u spit that in audio on a track for me....  "say u got the good shit but lack the balls to Grow Some// bump sum Bone Thugs n Cause sum Devestation.. lets Pause it for the Nation of Closet Cultivation!" awsome line... fucken awsome |
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Post by lyriscologist on Jul 16, 2010 19:02:14 GMT -5
sure, why not, to a beat or accapella? and im bizzy as fuk this weekend so i might not have time to til sun or next fri..
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Post by KRiSR on Jul 16, 2010 22:26:01 GMT -5
to a beat man...... I'll have to bang one up for it probably..... its cool im pretty busy too.... I just thought I'd ask now thats all.... thanks Lye
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Post by Shadow on Jul 16, 2010 23:45:18 GMT -5
SMOKIN SPLIFF LYRICS
Umm, excuse me homie...after U take a toke...
Pass me the clip so I can get a little hit off da 'roach'
Yeah, I ain't smoked a minute, and I know what yall thinkin'...
Niggaz will always show up for some 'weed' 'sex'' and 'drinkin'
* * *
As I can see, I'm right on time and not a minute too soon...
But damn! Its kinda hard to write with so much smoke in 'this' room
So if I may, lemme pick up up my glass and take a sip
With a slight smell of Cognac emitting from my lips
But it ain't the wicked liquor thats got me feelin' hip...
Its that bomb ass bud...
Man, this shit is a trip!!!
* * *
Its got a brotha coughin' chokin' and wheezin' off the chronic
I'm Superman AND the Hulk, cause I'm feelin' bionic
Some call me "MR. WEEDMAN", in Jamaica I'm invincible
'Cause me roll da ganja mon'... like da length of a pencil
* * *
I'm in the middle of the barn yo'...and chiefin' on hay
And gettin' high from 'Chocolate Thai'... like everyday!
How high???
So high that I can reach the sky
Krispy Kreme could not out-glaze the hazy look in my eye
* * *
I remember rollin' papers,... tongues wettin' the 'joint'
But now my style is 'Black and Mild' when I'm makin' my point
I hit the 'peace pipe' and puffed with some of my native friends
Then Cheech and Chong brought in the bong...thats when the 'real' fun began
* * *
I put a sign up on the door that read "DO NOT DISTURB"
When I was laid back in the cut...fucked up, just 'crumblin' herb'
At the show, I cold got blowed...checkin' out Funkadelic
And the aromatic stench of the grinch...
Can't U smell it???
* * *
I smoked with Cube, Snoop and Dre...
And other Boyz N The Hood
My cataracs never came back since I been blazin' "the wood"
I even smoked pot with the hippies on the campus front lawn
And got the munchies catchin' contacts until the break of dawn
* * *
Heavy rotation, like 'One Nation...Under A Groovy blunt'
I got them trees...no stems, no seeds...yeah, I know what U want
I got them 'Smokin' Spliff' Lyrics for the 'No Haterville Crew'
Blow me a shotgun,...when U hit it and pass it when U get through
Peace
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Post by lyriscologist on Jul 17, 2010 16:03:59 GMT -5
i got More to Show u Weaklings, was Born to Flow da Freebies,
this cereal killa smoke ya like my Mornin Bowl of 'Weedies'!//
my Texts Defined to Battle u Ho's, DeThs a Mindful Animal Yo..
my favorite chemical? ..is Tetrahydrocannibinol!!//
u cant Hang wit this Bastid, i got Strains that I Planted,
that is 'Braining my Damage' then Relays it in Rappin..//
the Weed is Being Free, to this Man and his Blunts,
cuz they Treatin Me as V.I.P. at Cannibus Cups!//
so Hand me a Dutch, thats Stuffed Up wit Sum,
Hype Indo like White Widow or Skunk Number WuN!//
heh
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Post by Shadow on Jul 17, 2010 20:44:05 GMT -5
Yo' L. your shit is so tight man, I could just blaze your lyrics and get high.
Props
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Post by KRiSR on Jul 18, 2010 0:06:49 GMT -5
im pretty stoned now so I might let out a THC influenced flow!!!!!
indicas and sativas, wrapped up behind the drivers/
cross the border line, th shits camoflaged box of baby diapers/
making pound drops- on an hourly basis-
shake the clown cops- or just avoid their chases/
day by day man- I just make this cash shifting/
got enough to roll a quarter blunt
out of greenbacks, lets say $350/
my shit is that strong lad, it fucken stinks out the city/
a thick trail from my van, the lads behind me gettin sleepy/
while im flat on the gas..punching my wheel kinda beeping
get the fuck out my way now ya slow cunts
because i got an expensive bud delivery/
eh..... bubble bubble......
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